To: Readers new to Uncle Winston’s opinions on the future of America with or without the Covid influence.
Uncle Winston in no way shares this cultures baseless hope for a future of plenty — not at all. Open your eyes to state of deterioration, driven on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway (BQE) lately? Been to a public school recently? And now we are seeing the implications of our fat faced decisions which will soon become quite gaunt and shallow as our thoughts become hollow as we tune in and watch THEM talk. What is this unfounded, unrealistic mania for hope about anyway?
Here’s a radical thought — go out and talk with your neighbors, the destruction of social bonds will destroy us quicker than THEY can, don’t hollow yourself out from the inside out. Social bonds are necessary to humans, it gives us pride and a sense of place so break the texting bond. You’re becoming a synthetic and hollow person, one that can raise their hand and watch as the sunlight passes right thru it. Look around you, as you might be next to the black candle lit altar to be sacrificed as THEIR goal is to create a hollow society of hollow man and hollow women, don’t do it to yourself, rise above it and resist it. My advice to anyone asking to practice resistance rather than false hope and read about W.E.B. DuBois rather than watching us kill another country on television.
Gossip is their money maker and their drug of choice to push upon us is propaganda, so sit back, pour yourself a drink and watch the destruction of our digitally and morally debased culture. Feed on the hate and disgust of this world as we slip slide deeper into modern day serfdom, the new weapon of war against the middle class already proven successful against the poor. There is no magic pill, no magic candidate, no magic policy, no magic Jesus to solve this.
Swipe for a date, upload your self-enchanted self-absorbed selfies and wait for that tap of the heart to fill yours for that three seconds of pleasure, all substituting for social bonds. And we are externally cowering to THEM and their words and at the same time inviting anxiety into our party, welcoming snakes into our Eden. Our society is further apart than ever in my recollection and we were so close just a few short weeks ago.
Al my best,
As the days grow on, things feel tacky to my touch, a creeping malaise, and it’s my mind’s eye exaggerating the rubbish ideas and trying harder to playing tricks as I still remain secure in my conviction that this is more of a media creation, and less of an outbreak. Perhaps it’s the masked and sterile gloved hands that give current life its tackiness. The same bodies that quickly step away fast once another body is spotted headed in their direction and without so much as a quick eye to eye interaction as if the infected could and would want to transmit sickness through light.
The great majority of my town folk now throw around the word “pandemic” commonly, without a dry mouth or a pre-swallow if there is any spit left. It is now a common word and we all remember when the word was new and frightening all the way back in mid-March. Such manifestations of national illnesses are as old as time, as common as wars which thankfully, few if any of us have been exposed to first hand. Yet somehow in today’s age of scientific innovations and medical advancements, we still find it so easy to believe we are affected from one such contagion (Covid) that come crashing down on us from a clear blue sky or the bat market in China.
Stupidity has a way of getting its way, we are so believing in pestilence, a bogie of the mind from one bad dream to another. Our town’s folk are still believing, they are consumed by it and silence and avoidance seems to still be their current way of exchanging ideas and chit chat, rather than gathering together – I recognize this still with their bodies vague (and not so vague) unease.
How many of us have actually seen an individual dead from Covid? (non medically trained) I for one have not, so the pictures and video have little substance to me unless I see one up close with the blotches or prevailing infliction that Covid has done to them and taken them by. One can hardly know what it is on the other side of the dead skin mask, other than that they are a mere puff of smoke you might conjure up in your mind as you watch the tele, those unfortunate souls set within the anonymous black body bags, after all how many of us know 10,000 faces or whatever the annual influenza number of deceased count totals per year here in Queens New York
Yes, in conclusion, as I look out the window I see them shuttered inside, I know that their patience hangs by a thread wondering when They will flick the economies light switch, to turn the machines and people back on – will it be so easy? Yet at the same time too scared and too unsure to make that brave move that might snap the final thread of Their holding string.
There is a tranquil radiance of a clear blue sky outside, yet the word is echoing still in their minds “pandemic.” There is a bright future in the radiance, there is no future in being scared. Fix your minds on the real facts and think for yourself.
Both parties and even the deprived Independent and/or Green Party are out to seize full power, more specifically – to dictate power, yet at the same time, a flight of courage to speak negatively against America lurks in the gut of many Americans. People say that there is something wrong with those that speak out, perhaps brand them as a “domestic terrorist” — and to all that know about my writings, I have been quietly yet continuously gibbering about the lack of condemning voices. Under no circumstances should you feel like a suspect thinking what I have been thinking and writing this today some years later as we are quarantined and as the herd mentality believes what the federal, state and local government have been feeding y’all continues. But you still race blindly to tune in and consume it. How long will you tow the “apple pie and Chevrolet” line and what do you think you’ll pull in? Will what’s at the end be better with their meddling?
America today seems to me to be the most paranoid and insecure country on Earth as newspaper briefings are full of suspicion and mistrust of the other side and each other. And perhaps my words are losing their meaning to myself as I see some local military maneuvering in the shadows with the idea to keep people where they want us to be for however long they want us to be there – closed doored and close lipped. That my friends is pushing the needle to the other end of the emotion gauge away from paranoia and onto reality – this is my opinion.
Administrations past and present, with the past being the main offenders as power becomes centralized and super agencies are created and lead by super cabinet appointees, these are typically connected civilians, the likes and history of which we never seem to know anything about. Our enjoyment of freedom of information to attain, freedom of speech to talk publicly is a dark place to venture into, could Covid19 be a part, keeping people from gathering and talking about their thoughts and ideas?
Instead, tune in and march to the drumbeat of celebrity television news and their propaganda and view with eyes fixed to silly popular opinion as the wizard is operating the buttons and levers behind the curtain as the corporate thievery continues. If you just think for yourselves you just might come to know that reality needs a reappraisal, just readjust and research for yourselves, I can not stress this enough.
Feel the beating crescendo of years ago and wait and watch for the rolling of the wheels of the tanks coming down your street – if not Americas past as we are still so young, the echo of years ago from places we have read about and swore to be nothing like. Suck that flag, kiss the goat. For no longer will you be able to question the words of this new authority, but this is not a rebirth of anything, this is all new, the Covid World and its making people behave differently, their will to do what they think is right hangs by a thread.